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Goten couldn't help himself, his eyes were locked onto Trunks' body as he walked by. His lavender-hair whipped gracefully in the wind and his sky-blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight. Trunks noticed Goten watching, “Hey Goten!” Goten pulled out of his daze and warmly greeted his friend, “Hey Trunks! How's it going?” The two normally started their conversations with small talk; weather, school, anything the two could come up with to break the daily ice. As the conversation continued, Trunks started a story about his recent project he had to do for his math class. Goten leaned back on the bench and relaxed. Trunks' voice was as sweet as a lullaby and Goten loved listening to it, it was one of the few daily pleasures he looked forward to.The sun heated Goten's face as he listened to Trunks. He could feel the gentle breeze of wind slide across his face, keeping it cool from the sun. In the background, sounds of other teenagers could be heard as they walked by, each and every one inside their own conversation. The day couldn't get any better. Trunks took notice in Goten's relaxed state. “Goten, are you listening?”Goten opened one eye and looked over at Trunks, “Not really.” he lied, wanting to sound funny. “Okay.” shrugged Trunks, accepting the little joke.Trunks fell into the same relaxed position as Goten and the two just enjoyed the last of the day in silence. The sun began to fade into the horizon as night approached. The sky was filled with bright and beautiful colors: blues, reds, and yellows stretched out and painted the sky. Goten and Trunks sat on the bench and watched the sunset. “We should be getting home.” Said Goten.“You're right.” Replied Trunks as he stood up. The two decided to walk instead of fly, allowing a little more time between them. A long moment of silence followed them as they journeyed down the street. The air became cooler and the wind picked up. Goten could feel the chill of air break through his shirt and nip his skin. “Damn, it's cold.” shivered Goten.Trunks laughed a bit, “Well, you're the dumbass who decided that a t-shirt was enough.” Goten gave Trunks a sarcastic smile as he rubbed his arms for warmth. The wind had numbed his skin. However, Goten was caught off guard as Trunks took his jacket and covered him with it. The sweet warmth of the cotton jacket flooded Goten's body and he felt relieved as his body was shielded from the cold. “Thanks.” Said Goten as he smiled at Trunks. Goten pulled the jacket around him tighter; he could practically smell the sweet scent of Trunks.Trunks smiled back and placed his hand on Goten's shoulder, pulling him closer. Goten welcomed the comfort of his friend. He was, however, a bit surprised with Trunks' actions; it was almost as if Trunks was flirting with him. Goten decided not to give it anymore thought and just allowed the moment to sink in. Goten was in love with Trunks. Years earlier, Goten told Trunks he was gay. Trunks accepted it with little resistance. The two shared the secret only between themselves; no other person knew. Goten spent years building up the courage to come out, he felt silly for waiting so long after seeing the mild reaction from Trunks. Goten debated about telling his father, who would have accepted it, but decided not to for fear of his father telling his mother Chi-Chi. She was not so open and accepting as Goku. She would be upset about no grandchildren, which didn't seem like a big deal to Goten; his brother Gohan would fulfill that obligation.Goten struggled with his sexuality for years. He first realized he might be gay at the age of twelve. He became attracted to Trunks and began to notice his own reaction to seeing him naked once. It was this moment that started Goten's long journey. The two finally arrived at Capsule Corp. “I didn't realize the walk would be this long.” Said Trunks. “I didn't mind it.” Blushed Goten.“Why don't you stay the night Goten? It's late and you still have quite a way till you get home.” Goten gratefully accepted Trunks' invitation, “Sure!”Goten and Trunks walked into the dark building. There wasn't the slightest sound being made. “Are your parents home?” Asked Goten. “No,” replied Trunks. “My father's out training somewhere, been gone for days. And my mother left in the morning to look for him.”They finally found Trunks' bedroom after fumbling through the darkness. “Here we go!” Said Trunks.“Finally!” Complained Goten, “Why didn't we just turn on a light?” “We didn't need a light.” Trunks gave Goten a smirk.“You can be such a pain.” Goten laughed. “Hey Goten, do you want something to drink?”Goten looked over to Trunks. “Yeah, sure, any thing's fine.” As Trunks left for the kitchen, Goten wondered around his room. Trunks was a very neat and precise person. All of his things were in perfect order; his bed was made and there wasn't a speck of dust in the entire room. The room had a slight scent of Trunks' cologne, a sweet but mild smell of spice. Goten was slightly turned on by the aroma. A window was open, allowing a welcome breeze into the hot room.“Here you go.” Said Trunks as he offered a can of soda to Goten. Goten opened the can and took a heavy swig from it. “Thanks,” said Goten as he tried to catch his breath from taking a long drink, “I really needed that.”The two spend most of the night talking and laughing. They talked about things as common as school, to deeper things like parents. Time past them by until Trunks looked over at the clock and realized it was a little past one in the morning. “It's a bit late.” Said Trunks as he stretched and yawned, “We should get some sleep.”Goten nodded. In Trunks' room there were two beds, since Goten was over quite often. They both slid into their own bed and tried to fall asleep, not realizing this night was going to be a bit different. Goten laid in his bed, unable to fall asleep. This was not uncommon. Goten often had trouble falling asleep with Trunks in the same room. All he could think about was sneaking into his bed and holding him. Trunks was so close, just a few feet away. Goten quietly slipped out of his bed and tip-toed over to Trunks' bed. Trunks looked so peaceful sleeping. There was no sign of worry or burden on his face, just calm. Goten, as carefully as he could, slipped under the sheets of Trunks' bed. He could already feel the warmth of the bed. Goten's heart raced as he shuffled closer to Trunks. His body started to shiver and he gently wrapped his arm around the broad and muscular chest of his purple-haired love. Goten began to caress every one of Trunks' chiseled muscles; from his abs to his bicep. He could feel the soft skin as his hands slid down. Trunks was wearing nothing but his boxers.Trunks began to move. Goten froze with fear, he didn't move an inch of his body for what seemed like hours. Goten waited a bit until he felt confident enough to touch the silky skin of Trunks once more. Goten could hardly contain himself. His body shook and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. He was nervous but enjoying every second of it. Goten's hands continued down Trunks' body until his hand felt a bulge. His heart stopped once he realized where his hand was at, he couldn't believe he was this close. As he felt the the bulge from Trunks' boxers, he began to create his own. Goten, who was only in his boxers as well, felt his member rise. As time passed, Goten's mind became blurred with lust and passion. Thoughts of wild sex with Trunks ran through his mind. Goten pulled Trunks' boxers down slowly and began to rub his hand up and down Trunks' shaft. Goten had become absorbed in the moment and didn't realize Trunks had turned around and was looking at him.Trunks' eyes mixed well with the shining moonlight. The two just looked at each other. There wasn't the slightest sound. Goten was scared to death; he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, ready to burst. Trunks continued to look at Goten and finally placed a hand on Goten's face. He gently rubbed his cheek and brought the stunned Saiyan's face to his. Their lips locked onto one another. Goten could feel the warmth of Trunks' lips as they kissed, his mind became dark and his focus was only on Trunks; at this moment-- He was my whole world.or Go Home | ||